There’s something strangely attractive about seeing him devour his food.
I bite down on my lip and force my gaze away.
I blame Del for all of this. When I talked to her last night, she insisted on sharing more gossip from Aunt Lottie about Rowan’s exploits.
The words “fucks like a beast” may have come up.
When I told Del there’s no way dear old Lottie used that terminology, she laughed and said I should just find out if it’s true on my own.
That girl needs to get her head checked. There’s no universe in which I’d sleep with Rowan Miller.
But she may have made me justa teeny bitcurious. After all, Brett’s the only guy I’ve ever slept with, and our sex life was always focused on his pleasure. Whether I came or not didn’t seem important to him.
Would Rowan be rough or gentle? Serious or fun? Kinky or vanilla?
He removes his jacket, revealing a weathered, gray T-shirt that stretches across his ridiculously broad shoulders. There are tattoos all over his corded forearms.
Hmm. Definitely kinky.
“It’s finally slowing down.”
I jolt at Melissa’s voice. Jesus. I didn’t even hear her come up beside me.
“Everyone’s got their orders,” she says. “They’re just going to linger here until the electricity comes back on.”
That’s my cue to leave. I undo my apron. “Hopefully, it won’t be long.”
Melissa lowers her voice. “Since we’re both stuck here for a while, I think this is a good time to talk.”
Oh. My. God. Why can’t she take a hint?
I ball the apron in my hands. “There’s nothing—“
“Look, I want us to be friends again. It’s totally over between Brett and I. Honestly, I don’t know why I even slept with him. He’ssonot my type. I was just lonely, I guess, and I wasn’t thinking. And he said you two were having problems and—“
“Melissa,stop.” Not only do I not want to talk to her, but Rowan is sittingright there.I don’t want him listening in on my business.
Melissa’s bottom lip juts out. “You used to be nicer.”
Yeah, and all the good it did me.
“I’ve got to go,” I mutter and hurry to the back before she can try to stop me.
I need to tell Brett I’m done, and then I’m out of here. When I walk into his office, he’s watching some action flick on his laptop. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I thought he had work to do.
“Everything’s calmed down. I’m leaving.”
He startles. “All done?” His gaze moves to the window.“It’s pretty crazy outside, B.”
“I’ll manage. Good night.”
I walk out of his office and reach for my phone to check the weather, but it’s not in my pocket.
Shit, I think I left it somewhere behind the bar.
Brett follows me back into the dining area. “If you stay until we close, I’ll drop you off.”
Five more hours around Melissa? I’d rather shove an ice pick through my eye. “I’m good.”
